Why pretend? We’re just chasing illusions.
The past’s grip never loosens, it only tightens
And screaming for change feels like shouting at shadows.
Reflecting what we give, an endless exchange.
It’s harder still to rise when the weight feels right,
And motives blur, so why even try?
Walking through hell might teach you to linger,
To pause and understand the fire’s whisper.
Why push?
There’s no need for perfection,
Only the quiet acceptance of where we are.
The future? A mirage in a cracked lens.
Mistakes don’t teach; they chain,
Dragging you deeper with their echoes.
Not a stage for second chances.
Call it fate, not a lesson—just what it is.
Lower your gaze, accept the fall.
Because sometimes, staying down
Is the bravest thing of all.